Fail to the Chief
The prize is up and titles change.
We vote them in, they lie in shame.
Corruption rampant on the stage,
And all our hopes remain the same.
They tells us words we yearn to hear,
And winning makes those words unclear.
Four years or eight, it's all the same.
The parties bicker, steal, and claim,
It's for our interest they proclaim.
Accomplish nothing and complain.
But in the end as they swear in,
The chief's a puppet full of sin.
The interest of the people fails,
And evil on the land prevails.
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